lirik lagu dope game – bring it ta ya
[jacka]
the jack is here
and it’s hard to relax and do time
i’m a make it
we receivin’ them plaques
see these snitches on paper
work releasin’ the facts
lil’ n-gg-z in the peace
it’s a struggle for blacks
20 bricks on my hands
i can’t juggle wit that
i f-ck around keep the sh-t
and get smother for that
yeah block sh-t
somethin’ like pac sh-t
you got the nine but i doubt you ever rock sh-t
[husalah]
man i’m so dope
man i’ve been crowned the champ
that’s why i lamp
me and yo wife have s-x till she catch a cramp
then i slide out the waist
hit the jaw raw
she caught fish paws on my b-lls
clamp dummy yo
wrappin’ crack money
so i act funny on a ho
he too good, he too hood
his sock’s dirty
no b-tch then it’s off white gucci pimps
wit the old man’s roll
for my british knight’s and gucci loafs
get it right, this hus christ [jesus]
i’m back baby
slap crazy, black ladies
wit no…?
[keak da sneak]
ba-ba-ba-ba-ba sneak balboa in ya
feddy game i’m not a taliban soldier
the champ is here
yeah baby it’s me
n-gg-z get millions i’m a knock that -ss out for free
smash ya then smear you wit the shield wipers
i don’t know you but you lovin’ me, still don’t like you
back on the road like hitch hikers
hyphy that mean hyper
drinkin’, smokin’…?
[b.a]
yo i roll wit champs
roller’s who toke the mac’s
the game is colder
can’t squirt the rats
way in oakland where the turf is cracked
mostly black
you can’t come in singles
ma it’s mostly racks
then i pose in packs
when the rock wit the pipes sw-nger, dyk- banger
serve a c-ck, make her change up
whack rappers step ya game up
flowless w-nksta
kazi spray chumps wit out the kater
[verstyle]
…….and the mac tucked under the denim
if you a pimp why ya cake wit ya hoes n-gg- sell ’em
i got a different gat for every day of the week
malibu brains blowed, tec under my seat
two 40 cal’s in the stash box tucked in my jeep
getting’ brains in the studio f-ckin’ wit keak
i’m 21, name a youngsta who be f-ckin’ wit me
box chev wit the gauge on the side of my beat
[husalah]
n-gg- i don’t rap for whack
crack for crack
tell a b-tch that’s the zip of the -ss crack
b-tch that’s the pack
p-ss the map, we on a road trip
my post it
soon as we stop
i’m a smash the front
p-ss the back
ask jack he had the lac
we was back to back
he touched down wit 12 rounds
n-gg- i had the mac
to get liggidy loose wit
my crew’s sick
two zips is crumbs
i rock in wit true bricks
spilled two clips
and killed two tricks
then we bone out
whole town lockdown
whole v-g-n- all blown out
[husalah talking]
you know what i’m sayin’
whole v-g-n-‘s blown out
that’s how we leaves y’al
Lirik lagu lainnya:
- lirik lagu tony martin – field of lies
- lirik lagu taj jackson – here i stand
- lirik lagu tony martin – it ain’t good enough
- lirik lagu taj jackson – together
- lirik lagu taj jackson – how do i breathe
- lirik lagu taj jackson – i need you
- lirik lagu taj jackson – moving on
- lirik lagu taj jackson – protection
- lirik lagu taj jackson – forever
- lirik lagu melissa jimenez – wrong when you’re gone